Strangled daylight fading, soon I'll crawl out
To whisper to the bones I've scattered about
[Chorus:]
Arranging the bones
The bones on the moor
Seeds of the doomed
So perfect they are
We draw closer every time when we speak
They want others like them to be complete
[Chorus]
[Lead - Cutler]
Below the ground when the sun is high
In solitude I deconstruct my prize
I chew the mangled meat right off the bone
In the darkness down here all alone
Skeletal sockets peering out through the mist
Sun bleached fingers point while the stale winds hiss
[Chorus]
[Lead - Coralles]
I've stripped the pieces from their counterparts
Nocturnal placement as a work of art
This place is mine, nobody else comes here
If they do they'll only disappear
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.